"Who's that?" my mom asked me as I got into the car.
"No one," I replied, not wanting to talk about it.
"Okay," she paused, probably trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going, "how was school?"
I swear she only talked to me to annoy me. What did she even expect me to say? We both knew that I was going to say 'fine,' so why even bother asking?
I rolled my eyes and decided against wasting my time to respond to her question.
"Good talk," she finally says.
The rest of the ride home was quiet, just how I wanted it to be. I kept thinking about Harry and how he had a girlfriend. Why would he think it was okay to flirt with me if he had a girlfriend? And why didn't he tell me before then? I shook my head in attempt to rid all the questions that kept popping up in my mind.
We arrived home and I rushed to my room before my mom tried to talk to me again. The first thing I did was check my phone to see if Harry had texted me yet.
Nope.
I sat alone in my room with just my thoughts left to keep me entertained. No matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always led back to Harry. I'm not sure why but it was so easy to imagine a future with him.
I could imagine waking up next to him, his eyes weary and his deep voice saying "good morning, beautiful." I could imagine him frantically running around the kitchen trying to get breakfast ready for the kids. I could imagine coming home from work every day, seeing him laying on the couch and watching television, wanting me to come lay next to him.
Everything about him was perfect, other than the fact that he had a girlfriend. I didn't even know how long they had been dating or how serious they were, so maybe I had a chance?
I just hoped that he had the same feelings for me as I had for him. I couldn't have been the only one that felt that constant sensation of butterflies in my stomach or my heart beating faster with each second that passed between us talking. Maybe it would be enough.
I felt my phone vibrate next to me on my bed so I rolled over and checked it. I was secretly hoping it was Harry.
"Come eat dinner please," it was my mom. Of course.
I drug myself out of my bed and headed down the stairs. The whole time I was preparing myself to get yelled at.
Once I finally reached the bottom, I turned to see my mom sleeping on the couch. I wasn't surprised at the bottle of pills sitting on the table next to her.
I walked into the kitchen to find the counters empty.
"Where's dinner?" I asked my mom.
"Make it yourself," she snapped at me, not even lifting her head to look.
"Fine. I'm going to get dinner then," I slammed the door shut. Why did she even bother calling me downstairs?
I was so tired of my mom and I couldn't stand it anymore. Her life was going to hell and why did I have to go down with her? It's not like she ever did anything good for me anyways.
I got into the car and began driving away, except I didn't stop to get dinner. I just kept driving and driving until I finally found the only place I felt comfortable.
